Every day, we have to ask the front gals to explain one of the tickets that are sent back. Typically, it’s one of the 1/2 n’ 1/2 pies that are requested.
For over the past year now, I’ve thought about saving the tickets that make no sense, if only to publish a book. Only pizzeria type folk would buy it, but they’d get great belly laughs.
Here’s one from a few days ago:
As she was getting drinks for the customers, I asked her through our window, “Add nuts?”
“Yep,” she answered, smiling.
“Should I surprise them?” I asked.
She looked confused, then asked what I meant.
“PEAnuts, WALnuts, PINEnuts, or cashews?” I replied.
She started laughing and told me she’d find out and let me know.
Add nuts. Sheesh.
And then? The irony of delivering to a place where people learn to read and write…. and the ticket looks like this:
The OCD in me is screaming.